Alone..

Chapter 3

Who would ever worry about some rumored zombie apocalypse? Obviously the idiots that made the zombie shows & video games. I almost never believed anything I was told. My motto was 'I won't believe it until I see it.'

The short walk to WalMart felt eerie, well no one was around to judge me. I walked into the sliding doors closest to the grocery aisles. There was barely anybody in the WalMart warehouse.

I saw a guy in a navy blue collar shirt & khaki pants. Obviously a worker.

"Busy day huh?" I asked the guy labeled 'Mark'

"Sarcasm noted. Everyones locking themselves into their houses to get away from the zombies."

I rolled my eyes. Are people really buying this crap?

"Zombies? Whatever." I walked away. I made my way to the grocery aisle.

The aisles were stocked with food but lacked customers. I was grabbing some instant noodles and as I reached for my fourth pack, I heard some growling.

"Someones hungry." I laughed. The noises got louder, and louder. I looked up and no one was around me.

"Funny." I started to walk into another section of the store, then this disgusting looking man with pale skin and dried blood around his mouth came into my vision. I dropped my basket of ramen noodles and ran to the store doors. The doors were locked from the outside, as they thought no one was in the store but I was. I began pacing all over the store and that thing still on the loose scared me half to death. I came across a man with his insides on the outside. I saw his name tag read "Mark."

"Oh no Mark, you were my best friend. Spencer no time for jokes." I walked away and I had to come up with a plan. I needed a weapon. Why doesn't WalMart sell loaded guns? The only thing I was going to arm myself with was a shovel.

I heard clothing items fall from rack to rack. I slowly creeped toward the noise. This could be my chance to kill that thing. I would be safe in the WalMart. Now there was silence. I looked beyond the aisles of clothes on the floor. I swung once and the monster took a nasty blow to the head. Blood sprayed on my clothes and face.

"Gross." I poked the creature with the end of the shovel. He was dead. Again.